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Sep 2019
When you forget about an apple,
one that you've already taken a bite of,
it turns brown and begins to wither away.

I want the attention that an apple gets to be so very dramatic about.
I ask for attention from my beloved every day.
My way of being dramatic is a fun game, is it not?
Olivia A Keaton
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Olivia A Keaton  16/F/West Virginia
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